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Rants to Erotica

The name says it.

Standards contact point
Posted:Apr 26, 2014 9:51 am
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Standard members contact me here...
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Erotica Table of Contents
Posted:Jun 26, 2014 6:11 pm
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My girl next door

Black Beauty

I was intrigued part 1

I was intrigued part 2

I was intrigued part 3 the end

The Dance Club
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Using Nicolette
Posted:Jul 4, 2021 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2021 4:10 am
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I stood out on My balcony in My robe looking down on the beach. A sweet young ass caught My eye... which always happens. This time however I decided I would make some time to get to know that ass and its owner intimately. As I stood there pondering a plan, the girl turned around and noticed Me watching and waved.

Not showing My having been taken aback for a moment, I reached down and picked up the bottle of wine I had opened and enjoying. Noting her smile, I waved her to come up for a drink. She grabbed her towel and made her way to My place. A few moments later there was a demure tap at the door.

I went to the door and opened it with a glass in hand that I had poured for her. I presented it to her and told her to come on in. She thanked Me for both the wine and the invitation to enter... without hesitation she accepted both. Closing the door My eyes fixed on her form as she crossed the room and took a seat on the sofa.

I picked up My own glass and took a seat on the sofa just far enough from her so that I had unobstructed view of her body. “I'm Jim” I stated and took a sip of wine. “I'm Nicolette or Nikki to most people”.

Needed more information on what I could expect from Nicolette. I said "Most girls wouldn't had taken Me up on this offer." She smiled and said "To tell you the truth if you was My age I wouldn't have... but I wanted to find out what type of Man you are." Our eyes locked we each took a sip.

"Okay... if we're going for honesty... I want to fuck you. The thing is I expect you do as you are told with as little hesitation as you showed coming here. First and foremost you are a means to an end to Me. Your submission and pain is My pleasure." I waited for her to either get up and leave or make a response that showed Me was willing to stay.

When she stood and set the glass on the coffee table I figured she was about to leave. Instead she removed the bikini she wore and stood there naked looking into My eyes... her breasts heaving slightly and a demure smile on her lips. I stood and undid the tie that held My robe closed, exposing My long thick cock. She looked down and inhaled... her breasts making a more accentuated heave and stepped forward.

Instinctively one hand took a fistful of her long silky hair... the other large hand held her lower back and I pulled her to Me kissing her hard on the lips as My cock throbbed between our bodies.

Yanking her head back by the hair I kissed My way down to her neck... taking some flesh between My teeth... growling and tugging at it until it slipped and snapped back. The sound of her whine started My arousal. I could feel the quiver of her belly in anticipation as I took her tender flesh between My teeth once again biting harder... tugging farther before letting it slip and snap again.

Spinning the girl around I pressed now erect cock against her back and one hand pinched, twisted and pulled one sensitive nipple as the fingers of the other hand slid between her thighs and My palm cupped her mound. Her moan grew louder as the hot breath and deep graveled voice whispered in her ear. "You know it's too late to say no now, don't you, slut."

I could feel the moist heat radiating from her crotch as a finger found her clit... massaging it at first but grinding it as it became swollen and engorged. The sweet aroma of young, wet pussy wafted to My nostrils as the sounds of her moans filled the air. Between the aroma and sounds My cock throbbed as I became more and more aroused.

Forcing a second fat finger into her tight breeding hole I spread them to stretch her slick walls... together with My other hand was twisting, pinching, pulling and torturing her hardened nipples. There is a gasp followed by a shallow scream when I growl and My hot breath washes over her shoulder before My teeth grind into her the tender flesh.

Enough foreplay I growl and throws her tiny body onto the sofa... slapping her pretty face... putting her face down into the cushions... grabbing her hips raising the tight ass up... nails digging into the skin. I spread her ass cheeks with My thumbs, exposing both breeding hole and anal pucker. With a single hard thrust and grunt My cock breaches the puffy cunt lips and half My length disappears. Drawing back then another hard thrust and grunt I am balls deep inside her tiny body stretching slick walls.
Her scream then whimper inspire Me to fuck this slut hard, fast and deep. Use her body like I own her. Juices leak from her slit splattering as My balls slap at her cunt. My balls swollen full of seed.

I raise a hand and brings in down slapping her left ass cheek and barks... “Cum now, slut... cum on My cock.” Obediently she complies and her warm juices wash over My shaft. With an audible crack from My back I stiffen up... My cock head pressed tight to her cervix as My cock erupts pumping hot, thick cum into her womb.

Through clenched teeth I hiss “Yesssssss.” She flexed her muscles holding Me deep inside milking every drop of seed from My balls. Panting and groaning the orgasm subsides... My cock slipping from her leaving her with a sore, stretched out, cum dripping cunt.

Taking a step back I look down on My handy work... panting to catch My breath... sweat running down My body. She turns her face to Me panting though a smile... her eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Sir.” She exhaled as she turned her body sliding onto her knees to lick and suck My cock and balls clean of the mess we made.

Reaching a hand down I stroke her long silky hair as she finishes. Rising to her feet... standing unsteadily she cast her eyes down to the floor and murmured... “May I leave now, Sir?” With a nod I say... “You may, but you are to return tomorrow at 2:00PM... do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” was her response as she scooped up the bikini and quickly put it on. After donning My robe I the slut to the door... looking up into My eyes and smiling she said... “Thank you again, Sir. I'll be back tomorrow as you command.” Turning she scampered down the hallway and down the stairs.
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A Doms' tender moment
Posted:Nov 25, 2015 3:18 pm
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I lay there on My back... her tiny body half on top of Me, fitting there as if she had been poured over Me like molten wax. We bond together both physically and emotionally. Each a piece of the greater whole.

Her leg thrown over mine, a moist heat radiating from her pussy warms Me. My cock gently throbs against the smooth skin of her thigh. I feel the heat of her breath on My massive chest as she breaths. Involuntarily My large calloused hand cups her firm young ass and kneads it gently.

She turns her pretty face upward and our eyes meet. A small smile curls her lips and I see it clearly... the look that I see every time she sucks My cock... or the flogger lands a blow across her nubile breasts... or I inflict any form of pain upon her tender body that captures My fancy.

The look that says “Please use me, Master... take all the pleasure you want from me... I trust You and I will always be loyal to You... my Master.”

Without any real facial expression to speak of, I kiss her on the forehead and in My deep, dark, graveled voice whispers only three words... “That's My girl.”

We close our eyes and drift off, hopefully to dream of the next pleasures that will bond themselves into our memories for all of eternity.
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vicky vs. the sadist
Posted:Aug 13, 2014 8:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2021 5:10 pm
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Driving down a dark country road, there up ahead I see the figure of a small person (apparently a girl) standing with her thumb out hitching a ride. Not a really good idea. *I think to myself as I stop my car a ways up the road past her to watch her run to my car with her backpack in tow*.

Quite the fresh looking little “coed” type piece of meat. Tiny, fragile frame. Bright, fiery red short hair, and a pretty little smile on her glossed cock sucker. The door swings open and she climbs in without hesitation, trusting that all is well, automatically. Putting on my most benign “old guy friendly face”, I greet her and ask where she is going.

Her response is a place two towns past where I live. Putting my car in gear, I tell her that I can get her better that half way there and drives on. After 30 minutes I pull into the driveway of my house... having gleaned all the information from this that I needed to decide she will do nicely.

Her name is Vicky. She lives alone and is two days into her summer break from college. She has no close family still living and is now on her way to “surprise” a friend that she hasn't spoken to in months, and has no idea that she is on her way. She also revealed that she is considered a “loose girl” and admitted that she loves to be taken roughly. A perfect victim.

She naively agrees to spend the night when I offers her a shower to freshen up, and a soft bed to sleep in. Grinning to myself as I not know the bitch will be mine to have shortly. We enter the house, and I direct her to her room and the bathroom with a friendly smile.

After about half an hour, I am in the kitchen dressed only in my long, black, satin robe... retrieving a cold long neck from the fridge and the cute little enter with her happy little bounce. I stand and with that fatherly smile, greets her.

Reaching out with a large hand, the back of my fingers swipes her tender cheek, telling her, “You're such a pretty little thing”. To which she looks up into m eyes and responds... “Thank you, kind Sir”. That is my sign... my “GO”.

Reaching into my robe pocket I pull out an object... grips the girl by the hair and presses a tazer to her body and sends a few thousands volts through her. I stands over her with a lecherous smirk as I watch her twitch and convulse on the floor.

Shall I continue???


I reach down taking my newest acquisition by its hair... pulling it off the floor and over my shoulder as its freshly showered body still twitches. With a smirk I carries it to the dungeon in my basement. “Fucking stupid meat”. I mumble as I wander on.

Getting to the bottom of the stairs, I open a door to the left and enters a large room. Looking around the first thing you would notice is that it is soundproofed.... with a grin I slams the door behind me and carries the now limp carcass of my catch to the large oak table and throws is onto the hard slab.

I remove the white silk robe she is wearing, barely long enough to cover the creamy white pantiless ass. I carefully hangs the garment on a hook... returns to the girl on the table and clamps short chained manacles to her ankles, noting the pedicure she must have had within the past day or two. Moves to the head of the table slowly as my rough hand glides over the 's smooth body. Taking her wrists I fasten them securely with leather straps that are attached to the table.

I look down on the meat... giving the girls tits a hard slap she jumps a bit and tries to scream but no sound comes from her mouth. Satisfied she is alive and well restrained I turn and leaves the room, turning off the light as I leave.

The following morning after a shower, shave and hearty breakfast I go down to the dungeon. Flipping on the light the slut blinks and cringes at the light... tears run down the sides of her face. I approach her looking down on her with a smile.

“Good morning” is all I say and runs my hand over her belly and up to her firm tits, giving each a good hard squeeze. With a whimpering voice she looks up at me and asks, “What are you going to do to me?” immediately I slaps her face hard. “Never look me in the eyes, you filthy !” I snarl.

Her head swings to turn her gaze away as tears flow and she sobs uncontrollably. She turns towards me, this time her eyes cast low. “You’re a sick fuck”, she states as defiantly as she can in between sobs. With a forehand followed by a sharp backhand I growls at her... “Watch your mouth, cunt”. “You will address me as “Sir”... say, Yes Sir”. My voice is deep, dark and commanding.

“NO.” she spits out in a feeble attempt at defiance. Bruises are already forming on her pretty face. The makeup she so carefully applied after her shower the night before is smudged and runs with the flow of her tears.

“You WILL call me Sir, you brainless piece of meat.” I turn around and strides to a cabinet that hangs on the wall. Removing my robe I hang it next to hers, opens the cabinet and takes out a heavy leather flogger. Walking back to the table gently swigging the tool... “I think I can convince you to do as you're told.” standing back a step from the table... “NOW... say it, bitch... say Yes Sir.”

Again she refuses. Without hesitation I swing... long bright red welts appear on the tender white flesh of the 's belly as she shrieks in pain... more tear well in her eyes. “Fuck” she blurts. I note that there is something in the tone of her voice. “NOW... are you going to say it? Yes Sir”.

Slowly her head rocks from side to side... no is her answer as tears flow freely. Three times I swing the flogger... once across her thighs... once across her belly... and lastly across her tender tits. I watch as her nipples immediately respond and grow firm, pointing up to the ceiling.

My lips curl into a grin as I position myself at her head... looking down the length of her body. “Let's see how this works”, I growl as I swing once... a full hard swing, the tips of the straps hitting directly the puffy little cunt lips. Instantly the bitch hisses out, “YESSS SIR”. An equal amount of pain and pleasure I detect.

“There now, ... that wasn't so hard now, was it!” I growl down at her. Tears cascade and her pouty lips quiver. “No, Sir” she manages to say, barely audible. Patting her cheek... “That's a good cunt. You've earned a privilege”.

I release the from the restraints... puts a choke chain around her delicate neck, attaching a chain lead to it. Dragging her off onto the floor I directs her to follow me, but when she tries to stand I drives her back to the floor with a punch to the head. “You crawl... like an animal. You're not ready to stand in my presence yet”.

I drag her to the corner that is fenced off to make a cage... inside a mat, a bowl of greyish cold stew, a bowl of water and lastly a litter box. All the comforts availed to ANY animal. Unclasping the lead for the choke chain, I give her round little ass a boot into the cage and locks the door.

“There you go, little piggy. Eat, drink, piss, shit and rest. I’ll return and we'll begin your next lesson”. My voice is now calm and soothing as she looks up from her confines... a look of almost wonder.

I turn and walk away... donning my robe and leaving the dungeon, locking the door behind me.

Does the masochistic little cunt wish to hear more???
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My girl next door...
Posted:Jun 27, 2014 11:37 am
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2021 3:22 am
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Every morning I love to take my coffee and newspaper to the front porch and enjoy the beauty of spring as it brushes away the chill of winter. Of course seeing my pretty little neighbor walking her may have a little to do with it. And here she came... right on time.

Michele, even her name was perfect, was truly a beauty, the classic girl next door. Mid thirties, shoulder length brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and voluptuous lips ever smiling. An eighteen year old cheerleader would envy her tight body. This morning was particularly warm; she was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a tank top that showed off her tits perfectly. And if I didn't miss my guess braless was the look of the day.
If only I were twenty years younger... (sigh)

As she approached my gate I shouted "Hi there cutie, oh, and you too Michele." with a grin. "Hi there handsome, don't I even rate as cute? Come on now, you know you want me." Wow... was she psychic or what? As little as she was wearing I still couldn't help but to imagine her naked. All I could do was laugh as I didn't want to say anything that would be inappropriate, even though her smile told me that a flirtatious remark may be welcome.

As she walked down the street and out of sight I was mesmerized by the motion of her sweet ass as it swung side to side. Now out of view I regained my concentration and made a quick observation that I had enough time to get another cup of coffee and be back in time for her return trip. My timing was perfect, here she came.
Once again in front of my gate she stopped. "I was hoping that I might get a favor." Anything your little heart desires... I thought, but with a smile "What do you need, darlin'?" was all I said.

"How good are you with appliances?" she asked in a cute little girl way. "Like washing machines."

"Well I'm not exactly the Maytag repairman, but I can hold my own with the best of 'em." A big grin crossing my face.

"Don's in Buffalo till Friday and my washer is fucked up. He pitched a fit when he got the bill the last time this happened."
"How can I not help a lady in distress?" I responded as I got out of my chair and locked my front door. As I walked up beside her I slipped my hands into my pockets to resist the urge to put them on her ass.

"So what's the problem seem to be with the machine?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, when it goes into spin it dances all around the laundry room, like it's doing the samba." She laughed as she swung her hips and bumped up against me. Oh baby, you may not want to do that again. I thought as my mind again envisioned her naked.

Entering her house she detached the from the leash and started down a hall... "This way." She said and I believe she began swinging those hot hips even more provocatively than before. Feeling that she may be open to some heavy flirting and sexual innuendo I followed as closely behind her as I could and started telling her about a sexual fantasy I had about an off balance washer and the spin cycle.

She turned into a doorway, spun around and said in a sweet southern belle accent, "Why sir, I do believe you're trying to seduce me."

"Is it working?" I asked as I felt blood begin to flow to my cock.

"Guess." She said as she exhaled heavily, and stepped up to me. I could now see that in fact she was not wearing a bra as her pretty pink nipples stood erect, crying out to be sucked and nibbled through the sheer material of her shirt. Taking her by the waist beneath her shirt I pulled her close and met her lips with mine. Her body gently quaked as one of my hands caressed her back and the other found its way into her shorts to fondle her firm ass. Her lips parted and her tongue licked and pressed against my mouth begging to enter. Once inside it made its own love to my tongue. Wrapping her arms around my neck her kiss became more passionate, then almost furious.

By now my cock was swollen and throbbing and doing its best to rip through my Levis. Michele stepped back, her breathing deliberate and steady. There was a slight trace of a smile on her lips and a wild searing look in her eyes, like a wild animal about to devour its prey. God was she hot. In a second my tee shirt was lying on the floor and she was unfastening my belt. As she pulled off her own shirt I hurriedly unzipped and pulled down my jeans and briefs to release a grateful cock.

Once loose, my cock swelled to full erection and danced rhythmically as the blood pulsed through it. We finished stripping and she took another kiss. She kissed and licked her way down my body until she was on her knees holding my cock in a gentle grip. As her tongue flicked and circled the head she slightly tightens her grip and started stroking my shaft slowly and steadily.

This went on for a short while, then standing up she said in a raspy voice, "Let's see about that fantasy of yours." She turned on the washer and slid up perching on the edge. Leaning back she slid a hand between her legs and slowly began stoking her clit. I watched as I stroked my cock to her rhythm. The machine started shaking. Her supple tits giggled and bounced. As her playing sped up so did her breathing. Not being able to take it any longer I stepped up and penetrated her tight sweet pussy in an instant.

She was not fully wet yet so the resistance was a little painful for her, but she wouldn't let me stop. With my cock inside her she manipulated her clit harder and faster. Her fingernails raked my cock as it drove in and out of her cunt. The vibration of the machine was making the experience spectacular. I thrust deep inside of her and held there feeling the awesome sensation of her vibrating pussy.

"Don't cum yet baby, don't cum yet." She growled through clenched teeth. After a long few minutes her body stiffened and quaked. She began to grunt and make sounds like she wanted to speak but couldn't make the words. Her tight wet pussy clenched hard on my cock then released. I felt her hot cum squirting onto my cock and running down my balls. Her teeth unclenched to release a scream of relief and ecstasy.

I readied myself to let loose my load when she looked me in the eye and panted, "Don't cum inside me, I want to taste you." I took a step back sliding my dripping wet cock out of her and she slid back down to the floor.

Once on her knees in front of me she took me into her mouth and sucked me like I'd never been sucked before. Her hand gripping my shaft, her head bobbed back and forth, her lips sliding up and down me. My heart has pounding to keep precious blood supply pumping to my cock.

I reached forward to steady myself with one hand against the washing machine as I held the back of her head with the other. Suddenly my back stiffened, and with one quick, violent contortion I let loose. She made a slight gagging sound as the full force of my hot jizz sprayed against the back of her throat. She immediately began swallowing and squeezing my balls, wringing every drop from my body. When finally she released me and fell back against the washing machine, I leaned back against the wall. We both blew out a breath of exhaustion.

When my breathing finally stabilized, I got dressed. Michele reached behind the door and pulled out a small satin robe put it on covering the sexiest body I could remember having the pleasure of. The way it clung to her sweaty body was a turn on in itself.

As I headed for the front door, she asked, "Did I mention Don is out of town till Friday?" with a sexy ass smile and a twinkle in her eye.
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Black Beauty
Posted:Jun 13, 2014 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2021 6:37 am
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It had been a long work day. It was now after dark, on Friday. God I hated having yet another late start on the weekend. Seemed to be happening far too often these days, I thought to myself as I climbed into my car and fiddled to get the key into the ignition.
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"This has definitely got to stop", I said. Damn, there I go talking out loud to myself I realized. "At least I don't answer myself", I added, again aloud with a chuckle.
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As I pulled out of the parking lot I began to formulate a plan to salvage some of the evening. I decided to stop at the market to grab a steak and a six pack. Get it home and fire up the BBQ, take my laptop and camera to the patio and download the pictures that I had taken the weekend before of my Dana’s birthday .
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Her 21st birthday. She had invited all her college friends, and you know what that meant... oh yah!!! a plethora of 20something hot bodies. A virtual cornucopia of blondes, brunettes and red heads... a melting pot of Caucasian, Asian, Black and Hispanic ladies.
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Dana made sure to introduce me to each and every one of them. I was somewhat taken with the fact that they all were so polite. Then again, Dana wouldn't have friends that were anything BUT polite.
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Over the course of the evening I took still pictures and video of the entire event. It was about half way through the evening that I noticed an especially beautiful, but shy young woman standing off by herself near the door. She watched me as I milled about, and only strayed from her spot to freshen her drink.
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She almost looked like she was planning a hasty retreat should the whole thing become too overwhelming for her. But contrary to what I thought, she stood her ground, and enjoyed the chat of classmates that stopped by her station to have a brief chat. Again though, she never wandered about approaching anyone.
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I did take some extra pictures of her. It appeared that every time I turned around, she was watching with interest . Of course the fact that she has gorgeous had nothing to do with it.
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The hour was late so Dana positioned herself at the door to thank her guests as they were leaving, so I joined her and thanked them all for coming. When the crowd was quite thin, Doreen approached to say her goodbye. She gave Dana a hug, then turned to me.
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"Thank you for having me in your home, sir." she said, with a demure smile. "You have a lovely home, and you are a wonderful father to your ." she added as she cast a glance, and a smile at Dana. Then turning her eyes back to me, she lifted up to kiss me on the cheek, and hurried out the door.
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I must have blushed, because when I turned to Dana, she had a wide grin on her face and said, "I think she likes you too daddy." Then the red in my face deepened as I said, "Yah? And if I way 20 years younger".
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"First of all, you're NOT that old for her. She's 28. And second of all, in her culture your age difference not only doesn't matter, I’m pretty sure it's an advantage", was her response. "And you really gotta loosen up".
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Well yes sirree... that was certainly food for thought (or fantasies). Then my mind took a jolt... wait, was my little girl trying to 'hook me up'? When did she become one of the guys?
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So here it was nearly a week later and I was stopping at the first grocery market I came to on my way home from the office. As I passed through the front door I grabbed a small red basket from the stack and strode toward the produce aisle.
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Quickly I made a short list of things I needed to pick up to make this a grilling to beat all. "Portabella 'shrooms, and a summer squash (marinated in my own balsamic mix), a rib eye steak, and hmm... to hell with the beer, a bottle of wine. May as well go all out, it's the weekend.
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Produce is the first stop. As I turned the corner into the veggies aisle, I came to a dead stop. There stood the hottest vision I had seen in decades (or since last week). It was Doreen, but now she was dressed in a micro miniskirt, a white camisole top, and a pair of 4 ½ inch black open toe pumps. A petite, ebony Goddess. A frail slip of a girl, holding a large cucumber, gently caressing it, admiring it.
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Ignoring the fact that my heart had just skipped a beat or two, I moved toward her.
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"Hello Doreen". I said in as calm a voice as I could.
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Quickly she stashed the vegetable in her basket, and gave me an embarrassed glance. "Yes... hallo sir. I see you too are shopping for your dinner". Her eyes then darted to the floor and remained there for a few moments as I replied to her comment.
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Peering into her basket I couldn't help to push the issue just a tad, so I said, "It looks like you've gathered up on nice [bold] exotic [/bold] tossed salad". Then with a grin I turned away to allow her to compose herself. And I must admit, with the visual of her caressing that cucumber so tenderly, and her reaction to being caught in the act, I was quite turned on, and could feel an erection in it's beginning stages forming.
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When I turned back she was standing there watching me intently. I had expected that she would have walked away to continue her shopping. I stood for a moment looking her up and down, trying to decide what I should say. Then it just came out. "You know", I started, "If you don't have any plans, I could pick up two steaks, and with your salad we could combine resources, and it would be nice to have some female company to talk to".
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Her eyes beamed at the invitation and she blurted, "You are very kind sir, I would most enjoy that". Seeing her eyes so wide and her wide happy smile made me feel something that I had not thought possible. It was apparent that there was nothing to fear. She DID see something attractive about me, and she genuinely wanted to be with me, in some form or another.
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"Doreen", I said, "you can stop calling me sir. Call me Jim. Okay?"
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"Yes, okay sir, I mean Jim". She responded sheepishly.
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I was a bit surprised that for being such a shy girl, she suddenly opened up and started telling me about the perspective of an age difference between a man and a women where she was from. By the time we had chosen the steaks, wine, and reached check out, I knew a lot about how she had been raised.
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As it turned out, she was not so much the shy little princess that I had thought she was. Rather it was ME that she was timid of. She was a little intimidated I guess. I had had that effect on people before, but usually it was guys.
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Leaving the store I took her package, she took my free arm and walked along beside me like we were a couple on a date. My ego was though the roof at this point.
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As we approached her car I asked, "Do you know how to get to my house from here"?
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"Oh yes sir, I mean 'Jim'", she immediately corrected herself with a schoolgirl's giggle. Not only was she 'drop dead gorgeous' she was as cute as hell. The kind of girl who you could fuck senseless one minute, and hold her like a cherished pet the next. Oh what thoughts were running through my head.
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She was right behind me all the way to my house. In no time the grill was heating, the mushrooms and squash were marinating, Doreen was preparing her [bold]exotic[/bold] salad, and I was pouring us each a glass of red wine.
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When the salad was all assembled she wiped down the counter and took a large sip of her wine. Placing the glass back on the counter, she opened the fridge and asked, "Where is your special dressing"?
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"Bottom shelf of the door", I told her, then sipped more of my wine.
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I nearly dropped my glass as she bent over to inspect the jars, placing her hand on one of them. "Is this the one you want"? As she leaned over, her extremely short black miniskirt rode up over her smooth, well rounded derriere.
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With not one moments hesitation I set down my glass, stepped up behind her and placed my hand on that glorious ass. Beneath the black skirt she wore a black thong, her ass was fully exposed.
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My semi-hard on now was passing through its stages. Thickening penis, erect pecker, engorged dick, and finally... a throbbing cock. It begged to be released from its restraint. The front of my jeans bulged, barely holding it back.
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Doreen felt my hand, and pushed back to tell me that she wanted me to touch her like that. Slowly I caressed her, sliding my hand between, and then up and down her thighs. As I did, she made a low moan, and as she exhaled she uttered one word, in a low, sultry voice she said, "Yes".
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She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressing her slender body against me she began kissing me with such passion that I could barely breathe. Her hand slid down my chest and torso, stopping and cupping the bulge in the front of my jeans. Stepping back she opened my pants and removed my throbbing and grateful member.
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Doreen looked into my eyes as her hand slowly stroked my shaft. It was so fully engorged now that the blood coursing through it was almost a painful sensation. I slipped the camisole she was wearing up and off of her. There stood two hard nipples, standing like two soldiers at attention atop her small perky breasts.
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"Jim... ohhh". She muttered as I sucked her breasts. "Ohhh... harder". As I sucked harder I could feel her body respond with shivers and quakes. She was ready. When my hand slid down her body to feel her pussy, it was soaking wet. "Ah", she squealed when my fingers touched her clit. "Take me now, please take me, sir". This was no time to correct her.
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I turned her around and bent her to lean on the very counter that just minutes before Doreen had been using to prepare the salad on. Flipping her skirt up over her ass, I torn down her thong with one quick pull. They dropped to the floor and she kicked then aside.
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Taking a tight grip on her hips, I pressed the head of my cock against her slit and entered her with some, but not too much resistance. She was definitely tight, damn tight. It was wonderful. I pressed forward and suddenly she made a slight gasping sound, so I stopped. After a second she whined and pushed herself back to put me deeper inside of her.
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She wanted it all, so all is what she would get. Once again pressing forward I pushed in until there was no more to go. With slow deliberate strokes I began fucking her. Hearing her breathing and moaning got me even more aroused, if that was even possible.
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"You can give me more... ". She was now panting and making a squealing sound, the likes of which I had never heard before, but it was sure that she was going to cum soon. I moved up to the long, deep, hard thrusts. Putting the full length of my shaft into her. The thrusts were getting faster and harder until they were matching the pounding beats of my heart.
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It was only one, maybe two minutes (that seemed like an eternity) before we both let out a long groan, and exploded simultaneously. As soon as my cock stopped pumping cum deep into this sex Goddesses tight little twat, it, and all of the other muscles in my body relaxed. For a moment I was afraid I was going to pass out. I felt her relax as well.
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We stayed joined together as we caught our breath, then I stepped back sliding out of her. Taking a deep breath she turned around and again put her arms around my neck, giving me a slow, deep kiss. She moved away from me and picked up her clothes. After looking into each others eyes for a minute or so, she smiled and went of to the bathroom.
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After tucking myself back into my pants, and washing my hands, I began seasoning the steaks. That was when the thought ran through my mind. 'I wonder what Dana would think. I bet she was expecting me to ask Doreen to go out for coffee'.
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I was intrigued (part 3... the end?)
Posted:Jun 10, 2014 10:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2014 6:01 pm
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I tried not to let my mind go too far out ahead of me, but the erection that had pretty much gone suddenly was returning to life, with a vengeance. Taking up the blanket I gave it a shake and spread it out on the soft grass. We stepped into the center of the blanket at the same time; cupping her face in my two hands I gently kissed her lips. Turning her, so that I was behind her, I ran my hands up and down her arms and kissed her neck and shoulder.

Tipping her head to the side fully exposing her neck to me, she closed her eyes, and whispered, "Oh yes . . . ahhh . . . mmm". She swayed and leaned back, her body against mine. "You've done this before, the romantic thing I mean." She was almost melting at my kisses and touch.

"I can't help myself baby. When I'm with a woman that I'm attracted to as much as I am to you, all I want to do is please her. I want to make her want me as much as I want her." This was the truth. It hadn't happened often, but when it did, it came naturally. Elizabeth was just such a woman. The hottest woman I had been with in more years than I wanted to remember, actually more likely hotter than any woman I had been with before.

Slowly I kissed and licked my way down her back until I was kneeling there facing the most perfect ass. She knelt down before me, reached over to take a pillow from the bench, hugged it and bent into a prostate position, her ass up high beckoning me.

I rubbed both of her smooth rounded cheeks with both hands, savoring the moment. After a moment I dipped to fingers into the soft butter and smeared it on her pretty pucker. This was a bit new to me so I wanted to be careful not to hurt her. I took the initiative and gently slid a finger into her. The butter was doing its job, there was very little resistance.

Lizzy let out a chirp of pleasure then purred like a kitten. I loved the sounds she made. It inspired me to slide my finger in and out; sure enough she began to coo. She loved it so much that I was compelled to add a finger. "Oh yeah baby" she whispered hoarsely, "That's so nice, feels good".

I kept my fingers working her hole as I took hold of my member; it was as rigid as it had ever been. Time to butter him up I thought, so I did. Removing my fingers to make way for my . . . dick? No, this was no longer just a dick, it was a throbbing cock. Cock isn't a word I use unless it's followed closely by sucker and aimed at someone in a fit of anger. But by God, this was a cock, huge, hard, and purple, throbbing almost painfully.

I wiped some of the excess butter on her as cheeks, grabbed her hips and positioned my plump knob against Liz's asshole and made it disappear inside of her. We're talking a little more girth her than a couple fingers, I figured, so even though I was in and there was no problem so far, I only pushed myself into her maybe an inch.

As I began to pull back, I heard Elizabeth let out a whine and pushed back to not allow me to leave her. "I'm good." She said with a low moan. "I want more."

Her words came through a heavy, slow breathing. As the lady wishes, I thought. I pressed forward as she pushed backward. The butter was certainly a perfect lube, she was tight but I was sliding along. The resistance was not painful, no; it was rather exciting that she was so willing to take it. The mere thought that she was willing to take the pain was making me want her more.

I had always been gifted with the ability to hold back my explosions; this was one time that I was being put to the test though. All I can say is it is a good thing that I had released my load in her mouth a few minutes ago. Although I can and do orgasm several times when the opportunity arises, they do come farther between.

My cock had all but completely disappeared into her hot, wanting ass. I went no farther but began to pump her with short quick strokes. Suddenly taking her slender waist with both hands I gripped tightly and held her there while I pulled back retracting all but my throbbing head. As she whined her disappointment I gave her ass cheek a firm, resounding slap and buried my full length in her.

She held back from screaming as I slowly and deliberately took her with full strokes; there was the sound of my balls slapping against her soaking wet pussy. Soon she was purring like a kitten, loving every stroke. I kept us in this "holding pattern" for a few minutes, both of us feeling the moment, taking in the experience.

There was no denying it; I was going to cum again, and soon. I was pumping faster, so I shorted my strokes deep inside her fantastic body. Faster and faster I pumped as we both commenced to breathe in gasps. I was grunting and groaning like a wild animal, the "primitive" we have within was surfacing.

Elizabeth was able to hiss out words through clenched teeth, barely audible. "Oh yah, FUCK yah. Oh my God . . . yessss!" Her hand was between her legs, her fingers furiously rubbing a red, swollen, fully aroused clit. "Cum inside me baby . . . I want you to cum inside me."

I pumped as fast as my hips would go, within seconds we were both moaning, more like groaning as we exploded into orgasm. Her muscles flexed as warm cum was being delivered into her eager ass. My jizz spewed into her, deep and hard.

As for lover . . . she was squirting her sweet nectar. It completely soaked her hand and was running down her thighs. The sweet smell of sex took control and overpowered the smell of the great outdoors; even the smoke from the dwindling fire couldn't mask it.

I could feel that my little Lizzy wanted to collapse to the ground, but I held her up so I could stay inside her for just a few moments more. I just didn't want to give her up. My erection relaxed some and I knew that I couldn't stay there forever, so I unplugged from her, which made a sad wet noise and rested my dick between her cheeks momentarily, then let her slide out of my hands and come to rest on the blanket.

Lying down next to her I propped myself on one elbow. She was breathing in slow deep breathes, resting her head on folded arms. Brushing the hair back from her face exposed a sweet satisfied (and perhaps a bit exhausted) expression. A slight smile and eyes that sparked in spite of the darkness and lack of energy gave away her contentment.

"Are you okay?" The gentleman in me was compelled to ask; the Neanderthal in me had been satisfied and gone back to his dark cave somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind. My hand caressed the satiny smooth skin of her back, exploring and noting every curve.

Closing her eyes and broadening her smile she answered, "Mmm . . . I'm much more that okay." She opened her eyes but he smile never dipped as she continued, "I want to stay. I want to sleep here with you tonight". Her voice was a little huskier, exerted sounding, so very sensual. My heart skipped a beat, I was happy to hear her say that.

Leaning forward I gave her a tender kiss. I reached behind me, took the edge of the blanket and folded it across the both of us. We positioned ourselves so her head was against my chest, my arm around her holding her close. We both drifted off to sleep.

I woke to a bright sunny morning, lying there in my yard with a slight breeze and the smell of the smoldering ashes of the long burnt out fire. The sun was bright, but shaded but the trees that lined the back line of the property. My naked body felt a sticky sweaty mess, my hair disheveled. For a moment I didn't realize that I was there all alone. The beautiful, erotic, sultry creature, who had taken me to an exotic place that would burn in my mind for a long time to come, was gone.

I sat up and turned toward the house just in time to see her go through the door to the kitchen. She was fully dressed and ready to leave. As the door shut behind her, I laid back down looking into the sky, I felt alone.

"Well, I guess I should get up." I muttered after a few moments of reminiscing.

Wrapping the blanket around me I scooped up my clothes and headed for the house. I went inside showered, then set about straightening up from the night before.

Although I was going through the motions of doing the things that I needed to do, my mind was on Elizabeth. But the thing was, it wasn't just on the amazing, spectacular, mind blowing sex. My minds eye saw her at the pub, her passion as she debated with her college mates. I recalled the deep and meaningful topics we had discussed over dinner and wine.

I was intrigued . . . now, the question is, what should I do about it?
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I was intrigued... (part 2)
Posted:May 25, 2014 8:48 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2014 6:00 pm
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And I thought she was passionate in her debates.

Elizabeth kissed me with such passion that I couldn't resist wanting her. I couldn't remember ever wanting a woman so badly in my entire life, and that was saying something.

As our tongues met, I cupped her face in one hand as the other ran up and down her back; I pulled her body firmly to mine. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, time slowed down and I felt every touch. I was totally wrapped in the moment.

Her skin was so soft and smooth, her lips the most supple I had ever kissed. I could feel the warmth of her body rise, as I was sure that mine was. As she ran her fingers through my graying hair she softly moaned. It began to feel like a lurid dream. I was trapped in the moment; I couldn't have escape even if I had wanted to. This, if it was a dream was going to last, I refused to wake up.

When she stepped back away from me I felt my heart thump, I didn't want to end the kiss. Our eyes met, and through the dark I saw hers twinkle reflecting the flames from the fire pit. Gently she took my hand and led me to the bench in front of the pit. I sat down on the bench. As she stood between me and the fire, I was mesmerized by the vision. There she stood, a beauty framed by the flames. What a picture she made. My heart beat a little faster with anticipation.

She took of her shirt displaying a perfect pair of breasts. Firm yet supple, and those pretty pink nipples. Oh beautiful youth. I felt my dick pressing hard for release from my faded jeans at the heavenly vision before me. The whole experience was so surreal.

She stepped forward and straddled my lap, removed my shirt and deposited it on the ground next to hers. Again we embraced and kissed. Our kiss was even more passionate than before. Hot and wet. Our lips, tongues and hands probed and explored. I caressed her body slowly. She was so delicate.

My hand found its way to her breast. For an instant I though, my hands are too rough for such a silken skin, but when she pressed into my hand and her nipple responded, I knew she was not only not bothered by the texture, but seemed to relish it. I gently rolled her erect nipple between my thumb and finger; she moaned her approval never letting our lips and tongues part.

When finally she did release from the smoldering kiss, her head lolled back, her eyes closed exposing her alabaster throat. Without hesitation I trailed my tongue along her jaw to nibble and lick at her earlobe and neck.

As my mouth reached her shoulder and my hand still at her breast, she began to bear down on my lap and slowly grind. Between the motion in my lap and the sweet sound of her moans, my dick was in desperate need of release from its denim prison.

A sound escaped my throat, more a groan than a moan. Immediately there was a pair of hands opening my belt and zipper. My dick sprang out into the cool fresh air. It bounced rhythmically as blood coursed through it. When my lovers' delicate fingers took hold of it, I was sure it was swelling to a size it had never reached before.

While I sucked in a slow deep breath, Elizabeth slid off my lap and to the ground. She tugged at my pants like a little girl trying to get daddy's attention. I let her take my jeans and toss them aside. Once again she took hold of my shaft and stroked it slightly as she licked and teased the purple bulb.

As her sweet lips slid slowly down to take me into her mouth, her hand moved on to my balls and massaged them ever so gently. It was apparent she was going to be sure I was pleased as I had never been pleased before. As her bobbing got faster I wove my fingers into her long black hair. Her tongue sliding along my root and its pulsating head rubbing against her palate was ecstasy.

After a few minutes of this treatment I gasped, "Are you ready? Do you want me to cum now? You ready for it?"

I heard her respond, "Mm hmm." never letting my dick exit her mouth. Then she started sucking on me like a sexual demon. Faster and faster she bobbed, squeezing my balls more firmly. I gripped her hair and pulled it more. I don't know how long it took, but finally I released my load full force into her hot mouth. After a slight gagging sound she swallowed every bit I had to give. Sucking to milk out every drop and squeezing my sack to be sure it didn't hold any back.

Liz rested her head on my stomach and I stroked her head in approval. "That was the best." I said while I caught my breath.

She looked up at me and her expression had an almost childlike innocence about it. "Oh yeah, you think so?" she sighed. "Then you're really going to love this." She sprang to her feet, stripped away her jeans and pretty lace panties and tossed them on top of mine at the side of the bench. She was standing close enough that I could see that she was clean shaved and that her pussy was already aroused, her lips plump and red, speckled with moisture like the petals of a rose glistening with morning dew.

"How about putting more wood on the fire and I'll be right back." She said with a sweet smile. She reached out to cut my cheek and gave me a quick kiss. With that she bounded off toward the patio. I watched her and thought she looked like a wood nymph, a creature of nature. She was nude and free in the great outdoors, she seemed natural there, and comfortable with it.

Was somebody watching us? Could the neighbors see or hear us? I didn't care. All of my inhibitions were gone. Liz was having a magical effect on me. I had cast modesty to the wind. I didn't care that others might see, as a matter of fact, the thought that they might was almost a turn on in itself.

I added a couple stout logs to the fire and watched as they settled into the ashes. I stood there embracing the nature that wrapped itself around me. A slight breeze that blew over my naked body, crickets chirping out there in the darkness and the smoky smell of the fire. I was drawn into

A moment later I heard my lover returning from behind me. I turned and she was there, standing behind me a broad bright smile on her face and her hands behind her back. On the ground next to her there was the extra blanket that would normally be neatly folded and resting at the foot of my bed.

As if it were a reflex I reached out to take her by the hips and kissed her. Then looking into her eyes I said, "So you like the outdoors I take it."

With a whisper she said "Yes I do, it's the perfect place for being naked, enjoying someone's body. And I am intending on us enjoying each other tonight." Her smile was almost evil. I had to smile.

She then elaborated. "I love anal. I want to feel you in my ass." Following her words she made a soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a muffled coo. "I didn't want totally ransack your place looking for lube, so I grabbed this, it'll work, don't you think?" She giggled and from behind her back she produced the butter dish that she had retrieved from the patio table.

This was definitely the best night of my life!
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I was intrigued... (part 1)
Posted:May 15, 2014 7:26 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2021 5:35 pm
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Finally free to stop and have a beer on the way home from work. No place to be, nobody to meet. Me time, I love it.

There is a little Irish Pub I have wanted to visit ever since I moved to this area. And it's conveniently on my way home.

Single once again at the age of 54 and after 32 years of marriage. I had lived my wild life long ago; a quiet little pub was just the ticket. Inside there was a very rustic, almost medieval ambiance.

I went to sit at the bar and ordered a stout, not my usual choice but it seemed appropriate. Taking a big sip from my pint I heard a young female voice raised by the passion she had for the topic she was discussing. When I turned around and looked, she was standing at a table of her compatriots debating a social issue.

She was a beautiful young woman, not quite still a girl. She was intelligent, witty and somewhat flamboyant. She would always be noticed in a crowd. "Ah to be 30 years younger" I thought to myself. She punctuated her point by poking the table firmly with her finger as she brought her argument to a close. Taking her seat she scanned her audience and the room with a triumphant smile. Man was she something. I found her exciting.

When her look came my way I smiled, tipped my head and raised my glass to toast her victory. Her smile broadened and she returned the toast by raising her own glass and taking a sip.

She couldn't be more than 21 years old, but somehow I felt a serious attraction to her. "What the hell" I murmured. I felt bold, so I had a drink sent to her. I sat and watched her in the mirror behind the bar. It wasn't two minutes after receiving the drink that she came up to the bar.

With any luck she hadn't come up to throw the drink in my face.

"Thanks for the drink." Her voice now sounded a bit lilting and a lot less intimidating than it had when she was embroiled in her debate.

"You're welcome." I responded. "You were quite impressive there, you convinced me."

"Really? And what was the discussion about?" she asked and then just smiled. She knew I had no idea, and I was giving that away by blushing in embarrassment. "Don't fret it. Let's move on, I'm Elizabeth." She said with a giggle in her voice.

"Jim, I'm Jim." I replied still feeling a little embarrassed. "What I meant was, you are very convincing." I smiled.

"Good start, so why did you send me the drink?" I wasn't sure exactly how to answer that. Quite honestly I wasn't sure I even knew the reason. I thought for a moment and then attempted to say what I felt without looking like some dirty old man trying to pick up a hot chick.

"Okay, truth. When I heard you and watched you, I was intrigued. Not too many ladies your age are so passionate about social issues that go beyond were the new mall will be built." She laughed which made me feel more at ease. (Maybe even more bold)

As her cheeks took on a reddish glow, she asked. "So are you intrigued enough to want to have a debate with me?"

Debate I thought. Yeah, that's what I want to do, debate with her. "Well I think it would be enlightening for both of us."

Her smile widened and she said, "You know, I think it would." Now I was starting to feel something I hadn't felt in a while, I just wasn't sure what it was.

"Well, if your boyfriend wouldn't miss you, we could stop and pick up a couple steaks and some wine." Here's where I get laughed at for sure.

"No boyfriend, are that sounds like a great plan." My God, she sounds sincere.

We finished our drinks with a little small talk. As we preceded to the door her gave a shout to let her comrades know she was leaving. In response to their pleas to stay she gave them a wave and hollered "Later".

The shopping was done in a couple of quick stops on the way to my house. Getting into the kitchen Elizabeth complimented me on the decor; she was quite a polite young lady. Damn it I thought, I really DO wish I was a quarter century younger. Well, at least she's willing to hang around with an old man. Suddenly another thought popped into my head, maybe I just need to be a little bit more confident in myself. I was interesting in having a romance with a woman. Someone who appreciated being wined and dined, pampered a bit, even to have someone they can talk to who will actually listen and hear what they are saying.

"There's some wines in the cooler there, go ahead and pick one, I'll go get the grill going and be right back." I stepped through the doors leading to a patio off the kitchen and fired up the BBQ. By the time I returned to the kitchen Elizabeth had two glasses of wine poured and was in the process of putting together a green salad.

"Thank you." I said as I took a sip of wine. "Mmmm, good choice: so are you as good in the kitchen as you are at picking wine?"

"Not at cooking." She blurted, adding with a cute, embarrassed smile "Oh God, that didn't sound good, did it?"

Laughingly I restated what I had said earlier "Like I said . . . Intriguing."

As my new found friend finished putting together the salad, I seasoned the steaks. Soon the two of us were sitting at the cafe table on the patio enjoying the savory meat and crisp salad. We made small talk, told jokes and had a couple discussions on politics and societies shortcomings. I sat in awe of her maturity. She held her own in anything we discussed. It was hard to imagine that she wasn't in her 30's or maybe even 40's . . . but her looks gave her away. Everything about her was attractive.

The patio lights popped on as the sun dipped past the horizon. A breeze blew by and that was when I noticed that Elizabeth apparently was braless. Trying to maintain eye contact, I suggested that we either move it inside, I could get her a sweater or I could light a fire in the fire pit and sit there.

"If you want to, go ahead and grab another bottle of wine and I'll get a fire going." I told her.

"Great idea." she responded in a cheery voice and bounded into the kitchen. I was really feeling good, this was nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to, and not just someone but a young, pretty, intelligent someone; someone who seemed to be enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying hers. Female companionship, a pleasure I hadn't had in for a long time now.
As Elizabeth returned with the wine and two fresh glasses she announced "I hope you're not expecting me to drive home after all this wine." That was something that hadn't even occurred to me. But even better than that, I was about to put my foot in my mouth.

With a bit of a stunned look I stammered "No, of course not, I'll get you a cab when you're ready to go." She stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropped open as she made a fake gasp.

"Do you want to get rid of me already?"

She laughed as I back peddled and tried to convince her that I was just saying that I would see that she got home safely when she was ready to go. She approached me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me softly. Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, she said "I don't think I'll want to leave too soon." Putting my arms around her we kissed again . . . long and slow.

I'll stop here and come back to tell you more if you would like to hear it.
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